DOI issue:
December 24, 1859
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16864#0267
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. I December 24, 1859.
Artist (reading note from obliged friend). “ Urn,—um,—much obliged to you for the loan of'
your Bedouin's dress—(um,—um,)—uill return it in a day or two, as I’ve, (Ah! What!) sent it—
to—the WASH!!"
[The Artist’s feelings (for colour especially) may he easier imagined than described.
COMMON CHIEFS.
It is surprising how infectious tears are at a wedding. First of all the Bride cries, because
she’s going to be married ; and then of course the Bridesmaids cry, perhaps, because they are
not; and then the fond Mamma cries, because she’ll 1—1—lose her d—d—darling: and then
the fond Bapa cries, because he thinks it’s proper: and then all the ladies cry, because
ladies as a rule will never miss a chance of crying; and then, perhaps, the Groomsmen cry,
1o keep the ladies company : and then the old Pewopener cries, to show what deep (pecuniary)
interest she takes in the proceedings ; and then, perhaps, the public cries, the public
being, of course, composed exclusively of petticoats. But, notwithstanding all these
fvlobes, who make quite a Niagara of eyewater around him, we own we never
yet, have seen the Bridegroom cry, and should about as soon expect to hear the Beadle
blubber.
CHRISTMAS TREES.
Come fog—come frost—who counts the cost,
Of wood and coal at Christmas-time ?
Bring winter in, to warm his chin.
And thaw his coat of rime.
Let those that have help those that lack
To food and fire—to game and glee—
Bile high the screen of berried green,
And plant and deck the Christmas-tree.
The tree that like this blessed time
Of peace, good-will, on earth, on high,
Through frost and snowr green boughs doth
show,—
Hope’s hue, ’neath winter’s sky.
In wealth’s warm room how brave they bloom,
Hung with child-treasures, bright to see :
But let us think, that cold and gloom
Should also have their Christmas-tree.
A little pains will plant it there,
A trifling cost will deck its boughs.
The rare full meal of common fare.
The once-a-year carouse,
Coarse means of warmth for back and bed,
A blaze where cold bars wont to be—
Such are the gifts wTe ’ll help to spread,
Upon the poor man’s Christmas-tree.
And if that nations have a life
That may collective mercies own,
In Britain’s heart what thanks were rife,
For God’s hand o’er her shown !
AVhat boughs were broad enough to bear
The gifts she takes by land and sea?
Small wonder hungrier lands elsewhere
Should envy England’s Christmas-tree.
As we are rich let us bestow
A thought on poorer nations round ;
Letting our fulness overflow.
Giving, as we abound.
Till lands show bright, where now is night,
And Europe’s borders see
Arise for them, that noblest stem—-
Undying Freedom’s Christmas-tree!
IIAPSBURG HUMILITY.
Prince Metternich said, on the part of his
master, a nice thing the other day to Louis
Napoleon —if this is what he said, as the Moni-
teur avers :—
“ Sire,—The Emperor, my master, in deigning to
appoint me liis Ambassador to your Imperial Majesty,
pai ticularly impressed upon me to convince you of the
value of your personal friendship.”
The year is ending with a somewhat betier
understanding between the two Emperors than
that with which it began. In the meantime,
one of them has given 1 he other a good
thrashing. Metternicii delivers a message
from a sovereign who has evidently been licked
into shape. It is neat and elegant, if not straight-
forward; but we must aliow a little for the
usual humbug of diplomacy. If the Ambassador
had plainly spoken the mind of the monarch,
whose sentiments he had slightly to disguise,
he would perhaps have said something of this
sort:—“ Sue, In sending me to kiss your Im-
perial Majesty’s foot, the Emperor, my master,
particularly desires me to signify the deep im-
pression which it has made upon his person, and
the conviction which he feels in consequence of
your having so well kicked him, that he had
better endeavour to keep on good terms with
you.” Erancis-Josepii might, with a view to
conciliation in Congress, as well, perhaps, salute
Louis Napoleon’s toe by proxy at once, as
thank him in a circuitous, if graceful manner, for
chastisement received at the tip of it.
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. I December 24, 1859.
Artist (reading note from obliged friend). “ Urn,—um,—much obliged to you for the loan of'
your Bedouin's dress—(um,—um,)—uill return it in a day or two, as I’ve, (Ah! What!) sent it—
to—the WASH!!"
[The Artist’s feelings (for colour especially) may he easier imagined than described.
COMMON CHIEFS.
It is surprising how infectious tears are at a wedding. First of all the Bride cries, because
she’s going to be married ; and then of course the Bridesmaids cry, perhaps, because they are
not; and then the fond Mamma cries, because she’ll 1—1—lose her d—d—darling: and then
the fond Bapa cries, because he thinks it’s proper: and then all the ladies cry, because
ladies as a rule will never miss a chance of crying; and then, perhaps, the Groomsmen cry,
1o keep the ladies company : and then the old Pewopener cries, to show what deep (pecuniary)
interest she takes in the proceedings ; and then, perhaps, the public cries, the public
being, of course, composed exclusively of petticoats. But, notwithstanding all these
fvlobes, who make quite a Niagara of eyewater around him, we own we never
yet, have seen the Bridegroom cry, and should about as soon expect to hear the Beadle
blubber.
CHRISTMAS TREES.
Come fog—come frost—who counts the cost,
Of wood and coal at Christmas-time ?
Bring winter in, to warm his chin.
And thaw his coat of rime.
Let those that have help those that lack
To food and fire—to game and glee—
Bile high the screen of berried green,
And plant and deck the Christmas-tree.
The tree that like this blessed time
Of peace, good-will, on earth, on high,
Through frost and snowr green boughs doth
show,—
Hope’s hue, ’neath winter’s sky.
In wealth’s warm room how brave they bloom,
Hung with child-treasures, bright to see :
But let us think, that cold and gloom
Should also have their Christmas-tree.
A little pains will plant it there,
A trifling cost will deck its boughs.
The rare full meal of common fare.
The once-a-year carouse,
Coarse means of warmth for back and bed,
A blaze where cold bars wont to be—
Such are the gifts wTe ’ll help to spread,
Upon the poor man’s Christmas-tree.
And if that nations have a life
That may collective mercies own,
In Britain’s heart what thanks were rife,
For God’s hand o’er her shown !
AVhat boughs were broad enough to bear
The gifts she takes by land and sea?
Small wonder hungrier lands elsewhere
Should envy England’s Christmas-tree.
As we are rich let us bestow
A thought on poorer nations round ;
Letting our fulness overflow.
Giving, as we abound.
Till lands show bright, where now is night,
And Europe’s borders see
Arise for them, that noblest stem—-
Undying Freedom’s Christmas-tree!
IIAPSBURG HUMILITY.
Prince Metternich said, on the part of his
master, a nice thing the other day to Louis
Napoleon —if this is what he said, as the Moni-
teur avers :—
“ Sire,—The Emperor, my master, in deigning to
appoint me liis Ambassador to your Imperial Majesty,
pai ticularly impressed upon me to convince you of the
value of your personal friendship.”
The year is ending with a somewhat betier
understanding between the two Emperors than
that with which it began. In the meantime,
one of them has given 1 he other a good
thrashing. Metternicii delivers a message
from a sovereign who has evidently been licked
into shape. It is neat and elegant, if not straight-
forward; but we must aliow a little for the
usual humbug of diplomacy. If the Ambassador
had plainly spoken the mind of the monarch,
whose sentiments he had slightly to disguise,
he would perhaps have said something of this
sort:—“ Sue, In sending me to kiss your Im-
perial Majesty’s foot, the Emperor, my master,
particularly desires me to signify the deep im-
pression which it has made upon his person, and
the conviction which he feels in consequence of
your having so well kicked him, that he had
better endeavour to keep on good terms with
you.” Erancis-Josepii might, with a view to
conciliation in Congress, as well, perhaps, salute
Louis Napoleon’s toe by proxy at once, as
thank him in a circuitous, if graceful manner, for
chastisement received at the tip of it.
!
j
r
1
I
i
,
I